[ He is very attractive. Alucard thought, feeling a strange sense of urgency and excitement to their stroll. Quipping smartass comments back and forth and flirting under the thin veil of danger and attraction. He couldn’t tell whether it was the substance still in his system or just his tastes but he found himself uncomfortably smitten with Dorian. He supposed most would; he was outgoing, caring and had a razor sharp wit. Add to that a healthy dose of confidence and he wondered if their meeting had been accidental or if he had subconsciously sought him out. ]
If you are an ambassador and representative of Thedas then perhaps it is just as well that it different from my homeland. With people like you around I doubt anyone could focus to get anything done.
[ A half tease he just couldn’t resist. Not that he seemed very able to resist anything at the moment.
A moment’s pause outside of Dorian’s accommodation, such as it was. Dismal and depressing, it looked like a venue that had originally been quite grand but decades of disrepair and neglect had reduced it to a shadow of its former self. That made it seem all the sadder.
The comment regarding class was lost on him since he’d not spent more than a few hours in Duplicity and his only experience thus far had been the trade fair and Dorian’s company. ]
Lead on.
[ He said simply, adding in a characteristic bit of backchat as he followed Dorian to his room. ]
As I remember it, you were the one who asked me here. I’ve yet to see where I’m supposed to stay, if I’m to stay here at all.
[ He stalked Dorian to his temporary home, keeping a good distance from him. His eyes, glassy and liquid, were hyper-focused on the exposed back of his neck. The clean line between his dark hair and smooth skin, the outline of his spine. He studied how his flesh stretched over the bone and-- and---
He had to stop that train of thought… surely?
But how lush he smelt, even surrounded by the filth of the Down slums. His nostrils filled with the scent of his clotting blood; thick and rich, concentrated and-- he shuddered, lips parted and moist. ]
You must know that you’re going to regret this.
[ Just let him in, let him into that private space, lock the door.
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If you are an ambassador and representative of Thedas then perhaps it is just as well that it different from my homeland. With people like you around I doubt anyone could focus to get anything done.
[ A half tease he just couldn’t resist. Not that he seemed very able to resist anything at the moment.
A moment’s pause outside of Dorian’s accommodation, such as it was. Dismal and depressing, it looked like a venue that had originally been quite grand but decades of disrepair and neglect had reduced it to a shadow of its former self. That made it seem all the sadder.
The comment regarding class was lost on him since he’d not spent more than a few hours in Duplicity and his only experience thus far had been the trade fair and Dorian’s company. ]
Lead on.
[ He said simply, adding in a characteristic bit of backchat as he followed Dorian to his room. ]
As I remember it, you were the one who asked me here. I’ve yet to see where I’m supposed to stay, if I’m to stay here at all.
[ He stalked Dorian to his temporary home, keeping a good distance from him. His eyes, glassy and liquid, were hyper-focused on the exposed back of his neck. The clean line between his dark hair and smooth skin, the outline of his spine. He studied how his flesh stretched over the bone and-- and---
He had to stop that train of thought… surely?
But how lush he smelt, even surrounded by the filth of the Down slums. His nostrils filled with the scent of his clotting blood; thick and rich, concentrated and-- he shuddered, lips parted and moist. ]
You must know that you’re going to regret this.
[ Just let him in, let him into that private space, lock the door.
Let him give in just once. ]